"What's with all the black and lace?" Noah questioned observing the questionable outfit Helen picked out to wear to Josephine's birthday party. Birthdays were supposed to be happiness, celebration, and fun but Helen's outfit screamed nothing of the sort. He felt depressed looking at it.
"She said she's dressed for a funeral because she's supposed to be dead," Eli informed Noah before taking a sip of the remaining content of the blood he had poured into a glass. Josephine's party had blood refreshments but he was not keen on drinking blood from everyone. He had no idea where the blood others were buying came from.
"Bingo," Helen said, fixing her bright red lipstick. She planned on being the grim reaper tonight because Josephine had the nerve to invite her to the party but then try to kill her less than a week later. And now was avoiding Eli like the plague but she was watching out for the wrong person.
